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I used to deliver the Martins Ferry Times-Leader. Sometimes it was a hassle but mostly it was something I really enjoyed. There was a tiny house on my route that was tucked between the Calvary and the First Presbyterian Churches in St. Clairsville, Ohio. The house was probably only about 250 square feet but contained the nicest old guy you’d ( Read more... )

His elderly wife and I struggled mightily for about ten minutes to get him out of their car. His legs were swollen and ulcerated with severe cellulitis and he was very weak. All through this process he apologized profusely to his wife and to me ( Read more... )

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It is inevitable that we will all eventually lose someone and, of course, we ultimately will be the person someone else has lost. In my experience, one of the best ways to honor these folks and to keep ourselves healthy is to render our hearts in such a way that would make that person proud of us ( Read more... )

Sometimes at the office, as if I am sightless, I’ll close my eyes and walk the long hallway back from the restroom. Relying on and navigating with the remaining senses is tenuous but it reminds me of how easy it is to blind ourselves. I like to imagine there is something beyond our five senses which is discoverable, and that it lies in the ( Read more... )

There are so many ways folks will always be tied together ( Read more... )

I had seen her turban-covered head the previous week but didn’t manage to connect. She was back the following week looking inordinately frail and thin. We talked at great length about cancer, chemo, treatments and hope ( Read more... )

Back in the sixties, my dad was friends with a man (Bob Scott) who knew a whole lot about radio technology. I believe Bob worked at and lived near the 50,000 watt WWVA 1170 AM transmission facility “Story Acres” on Barton Road in St. Clairsville, Ohio. It always intrigued me that during nighttime hours, the AM frequencies would “skip” farther ( Read more... )